#AmericanWriters
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder